[The way that Essek looked at him as if he were a gourmet meal and the vampire was a man utterly starved, and Bren was still not used to being looked at as if he were something truly desirable. He thought he would like to get used to it, though, might one day even be able to believe it, that he was something worth wanting.
In the meantime he would bask in the warmth of that desire, even if he couldn't comprehend deserving it, and would desire in return. He made no attempts to hide just how much he desired him, the way his eyes followed the lines of Essek's body as those pants fall to the ground. His gaze lingered on the other man's arousal, just as hard as his own, just as affected.
He shifted beneath the soft slide of those fingernails, turning just a bit to face him, so he can let his own hand settle at Essek's hip, trail fingertips up his side, the gentle curves and angles of his body. A flush suffused his face, breath catching at the picture that promise painted.]
Will I be allowed to explore to, to find my own constellations in your own stars? [Those soft stardusting of white freckles on Essek's own perfect skin.]
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In the meantime he would bask in the warmth of that desire, even if he couldn't comprehend deserving it, and would desire in return. He made no attempts to hide just how much he desired him, the way his eyes followed the lines of Essek's body as those pants fall to the ground. His gaze lingered on the other man's arousal, just as hard as his own, just as affected.
He shifted beneath the soft slide of those fingernails, turning just a bit to face him, so he can let his own hand settle at Essek's hip, trail fingertips up his side, the gentle curves and angles of his body. A flush suffused his face, breath catching at the picture that promise painted.]
Will I be allowed to explore to, to find my own constellations in your own stars? [Those soft stardusting of white freckles on Essek's own perfect skin.]